Let me Go

Chapter 6

"Lilith."

"My dear Lilith. . . open your eyes,"

"Please, for your own sake-open your eyes."

I open them.

Darkness swarms me the minute my lids tear apart, blurriness not even bothering to take the time to linger in my vision.

I blink slowly a few times, a sudden and unbearable brightness that seemed to be coming from my left finding a way to pierce into the pitch blackness.

My body seemed to be rested on a soft mattress, a warm blanket veiling me until it laid below my neck.

Warmth swells around me, the feeling of cold almost non-existent.

I drift my eyes around my surroundings, trying to piece together whether or not I was locked in another setting that I'd know is not my own.

To my relief, I wasn't trapped in a place that I was unfamiliar to, and that I was instead still in my own bedroom, the surroundings too well known to me from my grey walls to my black carpeting.

I would've relished in the fact that my hallucinations had not dragged me into a world that I didn't recognize

but I never get the chance when I realise, like how I was stuck in the tub, I was trapped in a cage of paralysis, my muscles incapable of executing even the smallest of movement.

The Rosary that I still held tightly in a fist began to burn against my skin when I increase my grip, prayers and wishes reciting repetitively in my head, when the worst possible scenarios of what could happen begin to rain down on me,
excelling at causing my heartbeat to increase.

I try to close my eyes again, my throat drying when my eyelids stay frozen in place.

I was not a fool.

I knew exactly how this would end up and because of that I force myself to wait for some sort of dreadful outcome to occur, not even bothering to feign any bravery.

I lay there in bed, my breath the only thing I can hear as I wait for some sort of creature to appear at my side, or if I'm lucky, The Woman in Black.

Feelings of surprise start to arise when after a few minutes no monstrous demons divulge themselves from some sort of dark corner, something I swear has never happened, at least that I've known.

I wait even longer, half-expecting to see the woman in black since she'd usually be the first to appear when the the time for a demon to come and scar me with their dark glowers and bloody smiles would lengthen.

No change takes place after a few more minutes have passed, my brows bending in confusion when half an hour then takes the place of minutes.

I would've celebrated but this seemed too good to be true and it was too suspicious.

Not even a voice that for some reason seduced me into opening my eyes took the time to mock me.

A part of me thought it to be the miracle of the work of the Rosary still held towards my chest, my prayers maybe being answered after so long of doubting such luck would strike me.

A wavy curl of mine falls in front of my face, hovering over my left eye.

I'm almost afraid to look at it, frightened that even a strand of hair could form into a dark hallucination, my fingers even began to twitch in an itch to push it away.